"Half a Mile" (Entry 500)

Reach the turning.

Stop, gather ravaged thought.

Car horn blared.

Lights ferocious flash.

Forced to pull the turn.

No more time to consider.

No more time to cry.

Front wheels hit gravel road,

crunching, spitting out stones.

Half a mile on grinding track.

Half a mile until…

"Journey to a New Life" (Entry 359)

Twice cars filled. Piled high. 

Including kittens times two. 

Off on our life's journey. 

To see the southern view. 

Moving forward to a new future, town and home.

Trepid explorers on

Towards the bright unknown.  

Onward we went travelling 

In the right direction. 

'Til drives end for 

We had reached our destination. 

"Rented Journey into Future" (Entry 220)

It was the first time she'd driven a rented truck.
Listened carefully to the serge-shirted hire guy,
As he pointed to the dashboard with tobacco-stained fingers.

Now her own red lacquered talons caressed the worn steering wheel
congealed with sweat and bacterial infections.
Her boobs jiggled, in their low-cut top,
and she giggled on high sprung seats and higher suspension.
Tension released.
Gathered behind her, in boxes, stacked her worldly goods.
All on their way to her new life.
Six hours cross country... Into her future on unknown piece of planet.

"Fog Surfing" (Entry 143)

In a cloud.
A dank dark dismal rain-drenched fog.
Surf on through.
Dazzled by hazy headlamps glaring back,
Reflecting gloom and despair.
No high beamed hope today.
Oh, to ride and reach the destination.

"Unfamiliar Roads" (Entry 124)

U-bends. Unseen turns.
To stare around,
Before you know what's there.
Such is life.
And roads.

"Dank Driving Darkness" (Entry 81)

Hard to focus on road in front.
Radio blares to staunch the effect of hypnotic wipers.
Try to peer beyond.
Concentrate on surroundings,
on the traffic,
pounding forward in this dank tube,
like being stuck in a water pipe,
rushing forward.
Difficult to drive as darkness descends
in the afternoon.
Lorry on inside land swerves and recovers.
Discover, still in control, as wheels slide
and hands grip steering.
That woke the world up!

"Weather Beyond The Wipers" (Entry 80)

Wipers slash the windscreen,
cutting through the drab droplets of repetitive rain.
Too early for headlights,
but they flash on
under the rolling relentless grey oppressive clouds
making the sky seem low enough to touch.
No landscape beyond the lanes,
just impending fog
washing colour and shape from the world.